Thursday, December 10, 2009
A Child's Prayer
When I was 9 years old, my only wish, hope and desire was to have a little sister. I had three brothers, whom I love, but I REALLY wanted a sister. I wanted a baby to dress and feed and carry around. I wanted a sister to teach about make-up and hair. I needed someone to back me up when I didn't want to rent Ninja Turtles for the 20th time, or when I wanted to play Barbies for real, not Barbies being attacked, kidnapped and be-headed by army men and dinosaurs. I was so sure that if I prayed hard enough, wished on every star, and did all of those silly superstitious things like holding my breath and touching a screw and making a wish when driving over the railroad tracks, that I would be blessed with my extreme desire.
And I was granted my wish. When I was 10 years old, I stood in the ultrasound room with my mother and fidgited like crazy while the doctor looked for the gender of the baby. I think I almost cried from joy when he announced that it was a girl. I loved everything about "my baby" when she was born, and we shared a room until the day I left for college.
The other day Mary came up to me and said that she needed to tell me something. The conversation went as follows.
Mary: "Mom, I did something today that I am shy to tell you about."
Me: " What did you do Mary, it is o.k. you can tell me."
Mary: "I prayed four times for the baby in your tummy to be a girl."
Me (a little taken back) "Oh really. That is so sweet Mary. Why to you want the baby to be a girl?"
Mary: "Well, I already have a brother, but I don't have a sister. I REALLY need one of each."
Me: "Would you be o.k. if it ended up being a boy?"
Mary: "I guess, I mean, I do like Sam and everything. I just need a sister so that I can have one brother and one sister."
Me: "I think Heavenly Father will send us whatever child needs you to be their big sister. He needs you to be a big helper with the baby he is sending us. He will send the one that really really wants to meet you."
Mary: " I know. I already know how to feed and burp the baby. I even know how to do a ponytail, so he can send a girl now because I can do her hair."
Me: "We will find out pretty soon Mary, and we will be so happy with whatever comes...right?"
Mary: "Yeah, but I am going to keep praying for a sister."
Ben and I are completely neutral when it comes to wanting a specific gender. We have one of each right now and we love them just the same. We will be thrilled with whatever comes our way. We just want our baby. I just really hope that Mary's pure little faith won't be rocked if things don't turn out the way she is praying for. She is a good kid, and I am sure she will be fine. Why does she have to be so stinkin' cute!